Chapter 6

Soon after that, Toby came by and collected Amy; they went out to his car for another private discussion. Toby tried to cover the entire gamut -- Louise's vendetta against Fred, the special features of Terence and Clint's relationships, Lon's interaction with Sally, his mother's personal fetishes and the link to Robert, the list of adult females and their situations -- and, of course, Fernando. It took the entire remainder of the lunch hour, and left Amy shocked. "I don't know how this whole thing manages to continue!" she erupted, at one point.

"In many cases, I don't, either," Toby agreed. "And I have direct access to half of what's going on..."

As they headed back, Amy opened up with, "About Trish..."

"Yeah," Toby grunted. "She's probably the least happy of the slave set. The kind of use she's had doesn't set well with her."

"I'm surprised you didn't tweak things," Amy murmured, eyeing him sidelong.

"I don't have to tell you that kind of thing is dangerous," Toby huffed. "No matter what you think of me, I'm not out to bend and break people. The world isn't my little empire -- I have to take responsibility for the things I do and the consequences -- so I do as little as possible. I prefer to put things together in ways that work themselves, rather than forcing things!"

Amy sighed, "I know. If you were arranging things to suit yourself, they would be nowhere NEAR this complicated. Since that night, I tend to look everywhere for vile males and I tend to forget my own motivations for being there. Miriam just rubbed my nose in the fact that you could PROBABLY run the group solely with volunteer females, if they were approached properly."

Toby nodded. "Maybe. Maybe we should try to pair what we have up with some guys and try to get back to our original swing-club roots."

"It's a thought," Amy agreed. "I'll come by and meet you at practice, okay?"

"Sure."

"Smile!" Amy rubbed his arm. "Why don't you kiss me or something for public consumption?"

"Sure." He glanced around furtively, then pulled her to him for a kiss. It was a nice kiss, if short; when they broke off, he whispered, "I hope I don't have to pretend I didn't enjoy that."

"No," Amy whispered back, "I'm not going to wipe my mouth or anything, either -- but it doesn't mean you're getting into my pants any time soon."

"What if...?"

"What if it comes down to you or somebody else?" Amy clarified. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But if I find out you fixed it that way..."

Toby shook his head. "You really, REALLY have to find a way to give me more credit." With that, he turned and walked away.

"Not as long as I can use it to keep you at arm's length," Amy whispered to herself as she watched him leave.

Miriam cornered her as school let out. "I told you I'm not the only one. I could have Donna and Anita there tonight!"

"Maybe you could," Amy agreed, "but we're not set up for it. Still, I talked to Toby -- you might want to write down your ideas so we can see how to make them work."

"Sure," Miriam nodded. "When do we all gather?"

"Let me ask." Amy got on the phone to Toby; the girls were to be in the parking lot by four forty-five. Practice got out at five, and that put the guys on the scene around six -- plenty of time for the girls to get situated. Randy would haul some of them -- but he didn't want Miriam knowing who he was. Fortunately, there was a solution in the form of Lon, who was not only going there right away, he had Sally with him -- and Miriam wanted to pass the time with Sally in the worst way. The pair had somewhat different concepts of submission, but they WERE both aware of it, and it gave them something in common.

It had been a couple of weeks, but it seemed that everyone knew the drill. On arrival, Miriam and Sally found several of the girls standing around the pillory, holding hoods. "What's up?"

"Miriam?" Brenda blinked.

"Uh huh. What are you guys doing hanging around my pillory?"

"YOUR pillory?"

"Mine. I want it," Miriam declared.

Brenda shrugged. "Get undressed. I'll put you in it."

By the time Toby got there, things were almost completely organized; Miriam, hooded, stood bent in the pillory, her ankles spread. Alyssa sat on the massage table, also hooded. Bonita sat on the exam table; Toby cocked his head and she said, "Nobody should think I do not know the rules."

Brenda and Trish were in Booth Three, Teela and Sonya were in Booth Two, and Sally and Tabitha were in Booth One. Toby let that ride. Candace had gone out to get sodas and such and she and Jiang Yi had the catering -- things were sliding into place.

Naturally, this was too good to be true; it was threatened almost immediately when Rick showed up. "Where is she?" he demanded.

Toby pursed his lips. "Booth Two. She volunteered, you know..."

"Yeah, I can just bet she did!" Rick headed for the booth and dragged on the door. "Runt! Come out of there!"

Teela had thrown the inside bolt. "Why should I? You're off hiding and pouting over the silliest things -- I might as well use my group membership! I paid for it!"

"This isn't why you did it!"

"No, it isn't. But you've been coddling me and hiding and pretending there's a problem with you that I ought to worry about -- well, I can find out about that pretty quick with a little survey..." Teela retorted.

This was pretty embarrassing for Rick. He glanced around and lowered his voice, saying, "Let me in and we'll talk about it."

"I'm not leaving!"

"We'll see."

"I'm serious!" Teela warned. "I'll get SOMEBODY to help if you try to haul me out of here -- there will be plenty of guys around in a few minutes! Won't THAT be embarrassing?"

"This already is!" Rick reaped. "Let me in -- please?"

"Well... Since you asked..." Teela threw the bolt.

Rick rushed in -- and found Sonya there, too. "Oh. Hi, Sonya."

"Hi."

Teela rolled her eyes. "The things I have to do to get you two in the same room with one another. You know, it would be different if the pair of you hadn't already had sex!" Rick had taken Sonya's cherry, actually, at her initiation -- but he was so caught up in his worries about the size of his dick and keeping Teela from getting wild... 'Well,' she mused to herself, 'I'm GONNA get wild -- and Rick can deal with it or else...'

"I'm not dating Sonya," Rick insisted, "I'm dating you!"

"Look around," Teela retorted, "You've been ducking me -- so you're not dating ME, either!"

"Is that what this is about?" Rick rasped.

"It's a big part of it -- that's for sure!" Teela retorted. "Other parts would be your inferiority complex and your totally unnecessary performance anxiety!"

"Hey!"

"No, the shoe is on the other foot, Buster! You screwed up and I'm pissed! I want my lover back -- have you seen him? I'm gonna interview a couple of dicks and see if I can't find one about his size..."

"Teela! Dammit!" Rick tried to muscle in on her, but the quarters were close and his usual ability to duck her escaped him -- so he took a knee in the crotch. "Uhgh!"

"Teela!" Sonya intervened, "Stop! You're not being fair! What if he just doesn't like me?"

"What?" Rick gasped. "No, that's not it -- you're just not my girlfriend -- that's all."

"That's not his only complaint -- he's worried that there isn't enough to go around!" Teela insisted. "Oh, and he thinks his dick is small. Do YOU think his dick is small?"

"Um, no..." Sonya replied. "I've seen bigger -- but I've also seen smaller. Actually, I thought he fit me pretty well..."

"See?" Teela pressed. "I was there, remember? You guys both had a good time!"

"Yeah, but..." Rick objected.

"Babe, people around here have sex with people they aren't in a relationship with all the time!" Teela interjected, "It's just sex, for God's sake! Are you that worried...?"

"Please, let's not go there, okay?" Rick threw out his hands. "So now what?"

"So now Sonya and I are holding down this booth, Lover. Why don't you stay here with us? Nobody out there is gonna expect you -- and it might prove, um, instructive."

"I'm NOT doing THAT!" Rick howled.

"No, but if you see a few..."

"And what are you going to do?" Rick demanded.

"I'm not gonna fall in love sucking a dick, Love. Sonya HAS to be here -- and I need to pay my dues every once in a while, you know? If I'm in here I don't have to do anything else..." Teela placated.

"Well..." Nobody knew better than Rick that Teela had been sheltered. "Okay, I guess."

"Good!" Teela said brightly. "You can sit in the chair, and Sonya and I will take turns sitting on your lap. It's a tough job, but SOMEBODY's got to do it!"

Rick grinned reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess."

Toby, who had been waiting outside nervously, called, "Everything okay in there?"

Teela unlocked the door and stuck her head out. "Rick's going to keep an eye on us and make sure we toe the line -- aren't you, Lover?"

"Yeah." Rick's voice sounded from the depths of the booth. "Yeah, that's it."

Toby shrugged. "Okay..."

Amy was there when Toby turned. "I'm going to become highly visible if I don't do something, huh?"

"Yeah." Toby nodded.

"And I'm better off in a booth..."

"It limits things," Toby agreed.

"Okay, then we need to get somebody out of a booth," Amy mused, "and we need a good reason. Who is our least, um, visual member?"

"That would be Tabitha," Toby replied.

"Okay, what if we do this?" Amy made a quick explanation.

"I like it!" Toby replied. "It's a good test..."

"I thought so."

"Let me check with Candace and Lon," Toby offered, and headed upstairs.

Lon wasn't all that thrilled, but Candace thought it was an idea so she donated her room for the experiment, working to close the single window and make it as dark as humanly possible. She did a pretty good job, too -- Toby couldn't see his hand in front of his face in there when she got done blocking off the window. "This sounds like fun! Whose idea was it?" Candace asked.

"Amy's," Toby replied. "If we can get the girls all tied up with somebody, we can probably kind of float back to where we started. Besides, we're both convinced that if we dangle the right bait we'll get volunteers."

"I can see that," Candace agreed, "Not top tier, maybe -- but then, that's not what you're going for, is it?"

"Nope," Toby agreed. "The top tier handles itself -- we want to give the deserving average guys and gals theirs."

"What will this do to our core group's size?"

"I'm hoping to maybe even shrink it, although that might be hard," Toby replied. "I guess we'll see."

Tabitha loved the idea, too, and willingly gave up her booth spot. In the first place, it was a fuck, instead of blow jobs, and in the second, the opportunity the game offered was too good to pass up. Grinning from ear to ear, she padded upstairs. Amy sequestered herself in Booth One with Sally and everyone settled in to wait.

The guys arrived basically en masse, ferried by Randy; Pete, Tad, Bobby, Alonzo and Mark rattled downstairs from the van and into the playroom. Clint rode with Terence and Damian, arriving moments later. Toby grinned at the first group and waved them behind the curtains. "Look! Fresh meat!" Alonzo jibed, seeing Miriam in the pillory.

Miriam raised her head and caroled, "I hope you brought some!" Everybody laughed.

Bobby went over to Toby, who merely held up three fingers. "Do as you like," he told the blond linebacker. "Leave her in or take her out. Own her. If you don't pass her around, it won't happen."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. I know it isn't in you, but if she gives you crap, you have a weapon. Just threaten to give her back to us," Toby grinned. "When you want to let her out, come see me -- I'll give you a mask for her. She'll probably be outed if you get too, um, affectionate, but that would be later, I imagine."

"I'll keep a low profile. Umm, Toby," Bobby added, "I don't think we'll be doing any more parties."

Toby shrugged. "You don't have to cut it off. She's still a member. Bring her on your arm next time, BYOB -- only in this case, the last B stands for 'Babe'."

"I'll think about it."

"I'm looking at kind of taking things back to their swing-club roots -- pairing all of the girls off. This stuff," he waved at the booths and other equipment, "would be for play. We've actually been getting volunteers..."

"That's cool," Bobby nodded. "What will you need from me?"

"A couple of minutes with Trish, I think. She needs to understand that if she tells you too much, you have to become a member -- and YOU have to understand the same thing."

"I'd do that, for her."

"You may have to -- but let's try to avoid it."

"Okay." Bobby wandered off.

Meanwhile, Alonzo was rubbing Miriam's ass. "So, what's YOUR name?"

"You're not allowed to ask," Miriam replied. "Call me 'Fuck Meat' -- how's that?"

"Cool." He rubbed her ass some more. "So, you like to fuck?"

"Well, even if I didn't, it's what I'm here for," Miriam replied, "but based on my limited experience, yes."

"Limited experience?" Alonzo queried.

"I was a virgin yesterday."

Randy, standing nearby, was taken by surprise; she hadn't SEEMED to be a virgin...

Meanwhile, Alonzo was getting out of his sweatpants. "You don't seem busy..."

"No..."

"I guess I'll try you out, then."

"Okay. I'm not going anywhere..." 'This is SO hot!' Miriam had very little idea who was behind her rubbing his cock along her split to pick up lubrication -- and it didn't matter. It might be her master -- but she doubted it. Something about this guy's attitude was too laid back. But his cock felt good going in... "Uuuuhhh! Yessss!" In no time, Alonzo was long-stroking, his hips snapping as he powered into Miriam.

Toby wandered by. "I'm glad you weren't in any hurry or anything," he chuckled. "Look, guys, we've got kind of a game set up, and I need a volunteer."

"What for?" Mark asked suspiciously.

"It works like this -- upstairs, we've got a bedroom fitted out to be totally dark. There's a chick in there whose job is to turn you every which way but loose. This particular chick is a love machine -- don't go in there looking for one fuck -- she's gonna get three loads out of you, for sure! The flip side is that you would never pick up this girl on your own. What we're here to do is prove that looks can throw you off. If you volunteer -- and if you agree when you come out of there that she's a hot property -- you have to take her out -- in public -- twice. Of course, you can fuck her then, too, if both of you want it, but the big thing here is that she gets some face time with you. Either one of you can say no -- if you don't like it, come back down after the first pass and hand off to somebody else. She may not like you -- in which case, she'll tell me. Either way, you won't find out who she is until she comes out of that room and tells me she wants you."

Tad frowned. "Just how ugly is this chick?"

"That would be telling, but it isn't like she's covered with warts or anything. She's just not hot enough to get anyone's attention. I have to tell you, there's a lot of untapped resource out there..." Toby waved at Miriam.

"I'm busy!" Alonzo puffed. Miriam was panting "Ogod!' under her breath.

Pete, Tad, and Mark eyed one another. "Pass," said Tad. Toby nodded.

"So, I go down and fuck her. She's gonna shove a lot of hot, wet, pussy at me. If I like it, I come back and tell you. What's to keep me from fucking her thirteen times and coming back and saying she's a dog?" Pete asked.

"Nothing -- except you'll be a liar. I've fucked this. He's fucked this." He pointed at Randy. "Three or four other guys I know have fucked this. NOBODY EVER complained that this girl can't fuck!" Toby replied.

"So why hasn't one of you latched onto her?" Mark asked.

"That's a fair question," Toby replied. "I'm into smart chicks. That's a limitation with her. In fact, she's kind of -- what's the term? Biddable. She's gonna want a guy who tells her what's what -- and what to do. But she's game..."

"Game?" Pete asked.

"The sky's the limit, Man. You want waited on hand and foot? No problem. This chick is always cheerful, always horny, always willing to do whatever it takes," Toby declared.

"Sounds too good to be true," Pete grunted.

"I told you the downside -- she won't be doing photo spreads for Playboy." Toby shrugged. Maybe this wasn't going to work...

"I ain't gonna catch any of them, anyway," Pete grunted. "Awright. I got it -- unless Mark..."

Mark, having heard about Tabitha's sexual appetite, didn't want any embarrassments. "No, you go. If you don't like it you can tell me what you got and then maybe I'll pop -- but you take it." Mark headed off toward the booths.

Pete shrugged. "When?"

"Whenever you're ready. If you don't think it's going to go well, you might want to get it over with," Toby replied. He'd done his best to pitch the deal -- maybe he'd said too much. But Pete would have been his preferred contestant, anyway.

"Good plan," Pete replied. "Let's go." On the stairs he said, "What's the game here, really?"

"If you look around," Toby replied, "none of the chicks we have are, like, USDA Grade A Number One. But they're pretty fuckable and good catches, actually. A bunch of the guys actually have dibs on one girl or another -- we just lend them out for parties, for reasons I don't want to go into. You've walked past some of these chicks every day at school, and never given them a second look. You know how it is at dances and stuff, right? You stand over by the wall and you get up the nerve and you go out and ask some chick, based upon looks, for a dance -- and eighty percent of the time she looks at you like you're a toad and says, 'No,' either politely or nastily, and you slink away. Well, guess what? The same stuff happens with chicks. While you're hunting the prime stuff, they're waiting for you to notice THEM -- and you don't. So, you're going to meet a chick with your eyes closed and road test her. If she passes the PERFORMANCE test, we move on to appearance. If you think about it, you're pretty safe, actually -- how many chicks have you ever seen that really made you want to puke?"

Pete nodded. "You've got a point."

"What do you want, anyway?"

"Shit, I dunno. She shouldn't be a fuckin' elephant, but a little padding is okay. I like tits, but not huge fuckin' balloons. Good pussy -- but you said that's handled. I don't want one that yaps all the fuckin' time about shit I don't give a fuck about. Open-minded would be nice -- I'm gonna want to stick my dick in a couple of other pussies even if she's the hottest thing since sliced bread. I'd like to not get a lot of shit about it -- even..." He glanced around. "I know this is fucked up, but I might like watching her take another dick once in a while, you know?"

"Hey, that's cool. I get it, really. You'd be surprised how many of us do. It's not a problem..." Toby replied. They were in front of the bedroom door.

"What do I do?" Pete asked.

"Knock. Give her a few seconds to get out of the direct light when you pop the door. Try to play the game -- don't go looking while the door is open, just go in and close it. Find her, feel her, fuck her -- and decide whether you want to forget her or not."

"Sounds simple."

"It is. Good luck!" Toby waited expectantly.

Pete knocked. There was a scuffle and a squeaked, "Okay!" and Pete opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him.

"Here we go..." Toby muttered under his breath.

Downstairs, things were moving on their own. Mark decided that a blow job was in order, so he sidled up to Booth Two and gave a knock. The center hole opened, and he got out of his track suit pants and slid his already erect cock through the hole.

Teela eyed the cock, measuring it and giving it a nod of approval -- but Sonya grasped it and started jacking; Teela turned to Rick and whispered, "Yours is bigger."

"Well, yeah..." Rick was embarrassed by the whole thing, but he'd been the idiot worried about it; this was embarrassing, but it WAS a way to prove that he was worrying over nothing.

"Do you want me to taste this one or wait for the next?" Teela asked. "It's one or the other -- we're taking turns..."

"Er, do this one." If the next guy stuck a foot-long through the hole, she wouldn't fall in love with it...

"Okay!" Teela leaned in and Sonya surrendered Mark's meat to her. Rick liked having his cock sucked -- but he liked pussy better, so Teela generally didn't finish him that way; still, she was practiced, and slurped it right in. The cock was shorter, but fatter, and it had a foreskin to deal with -- and a pair of big, fat balls! Teela went to work running her lips back and forth over the head, pulling back he foreskin to get at the sensitive flesh underneath -- and in no time, there was a strained grunt and a copious flood of ejaculate! Teela swallowed and expected a withdrawal -- but it didn't happen, so she went back to work. Rick cocked his head; hadn't she...?

Mark, having minimized the evidence of his premature first orgasm, was enjoying the enervated aftermath, more or less certain that no one but the girl who had just swallowed his load knew he had blown one. Everyone else seemed to be busy...

Tad was doing Booth One. He'd had the massage table and that kind of thing -- and he decided that he would let go a load in some girl's mouth before going off to get a fuck. It seemed to be a good idea...

Sally was well-practiced and enjoyed her work; Amy was watching closely, getting pointers for if and when she had to hold up her end. Lon had demanded deep throat from Sally regularly, and Tad definitely got the benefit -- and, as he had done before, he was talking about it, "Omigwad! Deep throat! I've hit the mother lode! Yeah, Baby! Suck it down! Ah, SHIT that's good! Fuck!"

Tad's good luck was driven by the fact that Bobby had blocked access to Trish by the simple expedient of sliding his cock through the hole in Booth Three. Bobby couldn't lose, although he didn't know it; either he was going to get Trish or Brenda...

"I think it's Bobby," Trish related diffidently, when the cock appeared.

"Okay, so? You want it?" Brenda asked. "I thought you were ducking Bobby."

"Um, not any more," Trish replied, "Not since this morning."

"Oh, no shit?"

"No shit." Trish jacked the cock and cradled the balls while whispering, "Bobby?"

"Yes. Uhhhngh!" The moment she got confirmation, Trish tried to swallow him! "Easy! I want to fuck!" he hissed.

"Here?"

"No. I'll come get you after things settle a bit."

"What do you want me to do?" Trish whispered.

"Oh, go ahead," Bobby grunted. "I'll last longer that way..."

So Trish was teasing Bobby -- and giving Brenda the occasional bit of play in the process. Bobby was SURE they were both at it, but, hey...

Alonzo continued to ride Miriam -- to Miriam's delight -- but it was all nothing next to what happened next! Suddenly, in front of her, there was a double finger snap, and a cock appeared at her lips -- he was here! Her 'master' from the night before -- variously known as 'the Boss' and 'You Know Who'! She opened her mouth and his cock slid in -- and she made it as welcome as she could; nearly forgetting whoever was pounding her pussy in her distraction.

Randy was surprised at the effort; he'd done this before, and there were limits to what someone with her head locked down could do -- but Miriam was pushing the envelope, rocking her head back and forth and delivering serious tongue action, working with the slow stroke Randy set up. She was corkscrewing on his cock as best she could, moaning and sucking. Randy's initial intention of abusing her a bit fell away in the face of the effort -- you just didn't reward such things that way. After trying to think of some other way to show his appreciation and finding none due to Miriam's hooded condition and the ongoing self-imposed requirement to keep his identity secret, he happened upon reaching out to the ends of the pillory and interlacing his fingers with hers.

It was THE thing to do; Miriam's heart swelled in her chest at this tactile evidence of his approval. She squeezed his fingers and he squeezed back and ran his thumb along her palm and she basked in the pleasure of his unspoken approval while trying to find something to add to her efforts.

Alonzo provided this by mashing himself against Miriam's ass and grunting through his climax. That in itself wasn't anything major -- but when he staggered back, Randy decided to move to Miriam's pussy.

When Randy extracted his cock from her mouth, her first gasped words were, "Love me!" He squeezed her fingers and circled around to her freshly sloppy gash that was oozing a drippy creampie onto the floor, sliding his hand from her fingers over the top of the pillory crossbar to her forearm and continuing up her arm to her shoulder then along her flank, maintaining contact so she knew it was him when he nosed his glans against her drippy labia. "Yessss!" she hissed, trying to back onto him.

Randy took his time, teasing her a little bit; he couldn't believe how anxious she was to feel him inside her. Alonzo had just fucked her for several minutes -- and he knew she had enjoyed it -- but this was different. She locked and unlocked her knees in an effort to present her pussy and get more of his pole as he slowly fed it to her -- as if she'd been teased for years and was finally glimpsing satisfaction, rather than being still drippy from someone else's cum. "Please, please..." she whined softly. When he was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward and reached down to collect her hanging breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers. "Oh, Gaaaawd..." she moaned reverently. Yeah, this was different... Randy set up a slow, somewhat hampered stroke so he could continue to fondle Miriam's breasts and she arched her back and bent her knees to lower her ass a bit to make things easier for him.

Why was she so enthusiastic, so excited? Randy didn't know, but it was gratifying -- a much-needed sop to his undervalued manhood. Miriam wasn't any super model, but she wanted him -- up-front -- and she was willing to do just about any damned thing for his approval. That meant a LOT to Randy! As for Miriam, there had been a time when boys played with her and teased her and challenged her -- and then it had all gone away, more or less over the summer one year in grade school. Suddenly, they were all too grown up to play silly games, and she was just a girl -- and not anything impressive at that -- and beneath the notice of boys. But she still craved the attention, the quick grabs, the kisses on the cheeks that made everyone say, "EWWW!" and laugh; doing without it crushed her, inside. This guy -- whoever he was -- made demands, challenged her -- and provided attention and approval beyond anything she'd managed in half a dozen years! Childhood joy was recaptured and mixed with a fulfillment of her womanly needs to provide a heady cocktail that she wanted to drink until she passed out!

Things didn't stay slow; neither of them could tolerate it. Randy gave up on Miriam's breasts and stood to be able to deliver a more solid stroke and the speed jumped again and again until it seemed that he was a blur! Unable to say "Ogod" at every stroke, Miriam settled for "Oh! Oh! Oh!" until orgasm overcame her and she wailed, "WAAAAAHHH!" And Randy kept on pounding...

Randy didn't know why, but he just couldn't slow down! Miriam's chunky ass rippled to his impacts -- something that pleased him in some odd way -- and he just couldn't seem to get enough of it! The amazing thing was the fact that his energy didn't seem to flag; he felt like he could go on and on!

If he'd been timing her, Randy would have realized that Miriam was on about a three-and-a-half minute cycle; she would pink up around the shoulders, then wail out an orgasm, dancing and clutching at his cock with her cunt, then half-collapse in the pillory for a bit before getting things back under control. Randy more or less held her up during the post-orgasmic phase, then she would get things under control again and move and wriggle her chunky ass to provide them both with varying stimulation until the demands of hitting her peak required her to try to take him past the root.

It happened four times and Miriam was in final for number five when Randy suddenly realized that his time had come. Somehow, he doubled up -- and got more violent about his strokes -- and Miriam, sensing what was coming, yelled, "Yes! Yes! Now! NOW!"

Randy erupted. Miriam screamed. Both of them saw stars! Randy felt like he was filling her not only with cum but that his insides were pouring into her from his cock like the contents of a pricked water balloon! She was sucking him inside out through his cock! He held onto her hips and kept pushing, grunting, trying to finish the job and end up inside her pussy, looking out...

Miriam was wasted. She was going to be sore; sex like this, two days in a row was a beating for her pussy -- but it was SOO worth it! She stood on shaky legs, hoping that she wouldn't collapse and break her neck on the unforgiving wood of the pillory.

Randy withdrew, slowly. Suddenly, the toll of his effort presented its bill to be paid. He couldn't just walk away, though; he wasn't the only one who'd been worked to a lather! Circling around, he started undoing one side of the bar. Alonzo stepped up and took the other. Tad, who had finished his blow job several minutes before, stood applauding, "Now THAT's fucking!" There was a smattering of applause from others, male and female, and a murmur of agreement.

Once he had her freed, Randy took Miriam by her wrists and led her to the massage table, waving Alyssa off it. He got her up the step-stool and onto the table on her front, then climbed atop her and collapsed. Miriam didn't complain at the weight or the sweat or the panting in her ear; it was all good.